Rob has barely processed how much of a shithole Charlie is living in before Charlie throws a vase at his head. He ducks just in time.
"What the fuck, Charlie?"
"Why the FUCK are you here?" She screams at him in return. "Why the fuck are YOU here?"
A shoe whizzes past his head, he jumps away just in time. A second shoe follows it. They're tennis shoes, old and ratty. Charlie's, then.
He glances around, briefly, for Riley's conservative heels, sees no sign of them. Huh. Interesting. He'd expect her to be here, after what he heard. He'd expect her to be here tiding up the mess that was her girl.
"Taylor follows the gossip columns, and gave Amber a heads up that there might be a media storm coming our way," Rob explains, when he catches sight of Charlie unplugging what looked to be a blender. Probably best to reply to her before she loses her shit again, and the blender hits the wall. "I was—worried."
Sure. Worried is the word that he'll go with. He was worried.
Charlie laughs at him. It's not a nice laugh. "Taylor gave you a heads up? She didn't even text me!"
Rob shrugs. "I mean, she was there when my kids were born. I'm pretty close with her. It's not personal."
Another laugh. It sounds slightly hysterical, which isn't new for Charlie. "How did you even find me?"
"I mean, you've been doxxed like fifty times."
"You looked up my fucking doxxing?"
"Uh—"
The blender barely misses his head, shatters against the wall. "Charlie!"
"You tracked me down from my fucking doxxing after I told you I never wanted to speak with you again!"
"I'm pretty sure you were, actually, begging me to speak with you again at the end of Seaspn 2," Rob corrects. "I'm pretty sure you were like, on your knees begging for me to explain it all. Like, there are a lot of clips online of it."
